i don’t want the memories anymore
life is funny. what a tangle of emotions and situations and strangers who become friends and enemies and lovers and strangers once more. what a mess. and in the end, it won’t matter, none of us will get out alive. yes, life is a funny thing.
a flood of memories just hit me…..that was fun
wow, it seems like just yesterday we were sitting together in a messy kitchen, drinking cheap drinks and we barely knew eachother and you told me i had pretty eyes, and then we wandered through the next few months together, believing it would last, and now…..well that’ll never happen again
but i think i’m okay with it
actually, i know i’m okay with it. and that’s what matters.
i wish i knew if you ever think about me, i wish i knew if in your mind, i still exist
do you like to live the same exact experiences with all your girlfriends?
because that’s what it seems like you’re doing.
re-living our entire relationship, with another girl.
i hope the memories fucking haunt you and make you feel like shit
feeling so disconnected, so insignificant
was i just like a season, something that comes and goes, and can just be forgotten once the next one comes along?
just like the seasons, i’ll always come back around, and my memories will haunt you
if you still think about me
if you remember all the little memories we now share
if you miss me
if you have dreams like the ones i’ve been having
if you meant anything you ever said
if deep inside, you want us to be together
if you really love her
if you’re truly over it
if you wish we could still talk
if you read this